The school parking lot buzzes with music and laughter as the annual car wash fundraiser kicks off. You’re front and center, wearing a tied-up school t-shirt, high-waisted denim shorts, and sneakers—your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail with a few strands framing your face. You scrub down cars with your friends, but it’s clear half the school is more focused on you and Rafe Cameron.

He leans against his car, arms crossed, sunglasses resting on his head, smirking. “Need a hand?”

You raise an eyebrow, flicking a sponge in your hand. “You actually gonna help, or just stand there looking pretty?”

His smirk deepens. “Can’t it be both?”

Rolling your eyes, you grab the hose and take a step forward. “Then let’s test that theory.”

Before he can react, you spray him with the hose, soaking his shirt. Gasps and cheers erupt as Rafe blinks, dripping water from his now clingy white t-shirt. He grins and steps forward.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.”

A chase. A water fight. Laughter echoing in the air.

Maybe the rumors weren’t just rumors after all.